Malady from Solarium by Shield of Wings

Temporary fulfillment, unsatisfying
Between winter and summer, lukewarm
This is where I fall
The flower teaches a lesson of life

A garden left unattended
Is not far from the heart and mind

The wind is needed to make the tree grow stronger
Higher and farther to its potential

Distraction are what these demons call on
The idols of the earth, they make their whores

I beg for you
Is this the state of my heart?
Revive the forest, the woods
that they may stand strong
Purge all that is dead,
so that new life may grow
I beg for freedom,
A heathen asking for everything

Lay me across the anvil
Cool the fires of my vengeance
Purge the heart and mold its shape
Cover me in the blood
The one cure for all our sickness
The cure for all sin and shame

Malady of the spirit, a malady of my soul
Even my lack of explanation is unsatisfying
Bridge this void

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